Electronic Dance Music

EDM (Electronic Dance Music) is electronic music produced primarily for the purposes of use within a nightclub setting, or in an environment that is centered in dance-based entertainment. The music is largely created for use by disc jockeys and is produced with the intention of it being heard in the context of a continuous DJ set; wherein the DJ progresses from one record to the next via a synchronized segue or "mix".

The term electronic dance music was used in America as early as 1985, but didn't catch on as a genre name until the second half of the 1990s, when it was embraced by the music industry and in academic writing. The term's use surged in the late 2000s with the mainstream appeal of hybrid styles which are increasingly disconnected from EDM's relatively underground roots.

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